For the record, I do NOT own the Twilight series and it's characters...but I DO own the plot of this story :D
Chapter one: Captured
Her tiny body was trembling ferociously. But it wasn't because she was cold. She was trembling in fear.
She had no idea where she was or why she was brought to this sad old mansion. All she wanted was to run back to her grandmother's nurturing arms.
"Such a lovely little thing you are..."
The young girl let out a small cry when she felt something rough graze the side of her right bosom. She shut her eyes tightly and the tiny voice in her head prayed to her Lord that he'll quickly reunite her with her dear old grandmother and her sick little sister.
"P-p-please don't hurt me...please..." she begged, her tears seeping from her closed eyes. Her lithe arms crossed her heaving chest as her frail shoulders began to shake uncontrollably. "Let me go home...please, let me go, sir..."
The man walking around her laughed and made another attempt to touch her. She cried again and covered her young breasts with her hands.
"Why would I let something so precious return to poverty's disgusting hands?" he sneered, his stone gray eyes scanning the maiden's trembling stature as though she was a mouthwatering piece of meat. "You belong here with all the riches in the world."
He ran his grubby fingers through her dark choppy locks and was instantly aroused when her plump bottom lip quivered at his touch. He groaned as he leaned forward and pressed his thin clammy lips to her highly sensitive ears.
Her breath hitched and she mewed in mercy for whatever he had planned for her.
"I saved you." he whispered to her, his reeking hot breath irritating the fair ridges of her ear. "You should be on your knees obeying me."
"I-I wanna g-go home, sir..please..." she sobbed, her tender heart breaking at the thought of her blind grandmother dealing with her severely ill sister. "My family will worry...let me go..."
"I'm your family now, sweetheart." he sneered, pressing his lips on the side of her neck. "You belong to me."
The scared young girl gasped when she felt him kiss down her neck. She pushed him away from her and staggered back only to have herself trapped between him and the wall behind her. Her soft brown eyes were wide with terror when the strange man roughly grabbed her upper arms. She whimpered at the bruising pain he was causing her.
"I'm your master!" he spat at her, his harsh tone laced with authority as his grayish eyes flashed dangerously at her. "I saved you from poverty! The least you could do is give me the respect I deserve!"
More tears streamed down her delicate cheeks as his grip grew firm on her bruised arms.
"You hear me, girl!" he hissed, shaking her against the solid white walls. "You will do as I say, you hear?"
"Y-yes, sir..." she cried, her entire body crumbling as her hopes of reuniting with her remaining family members shattered to pieces.
"Yes, Master Hunter." he corrected her, a pleased smile spreading across his face that he managed to break her down so easily.
The girl swallowed in fear and dared to look in the evil eyes of her captor.
"Yes, Master Hunter." she repeated, her voice a merely a whimper.
James Hunter smirked menacingly as he loosened his grip on her lithe little arms.
"You're mine now." he said to her, his eyes assaulting the young beauty in his arms. "You don't know how long I wanted you."
She bit her lip and her trembling hands clutched the front of her worn out peasant dress, so he'll stop ogling at the tops of her pert breasts.
"What am I going to do with you?" he drawled, snaking his perverted hands down her sides. "So damn beautiful..." he marveled at her tiny waist beneath the tattered brown dress. "I'm so glad I have you in my care."
Her breath hitched when his hand slowly began to lift her dress up until the muddy hem brushed the soft flesh of her milky thighs.
"P-p-please don't h-hurt me..." she uttered, her innocent doe eyes pleading with the carnivorous ones of her captor.
"Obey me, little one." he said to her, his voice husky with lust as he dipped his greedy hands under her filthy dress and savored the incredible softness of her creamy white thighs. "I'm your master."
A single tear slid down her tinged cheek, her worst fears finally becoming a reality.
James Ellington Hunter growled in appreciation as his hands savored the delicate peasant girl in front of him. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and felt a stir in his trousers at the girl's natural sweet scent. He groaned in pleasure, pressing his hard arousal into her tummy.
Ignoring her whimpers of protests, James lifted her trembling form from the polished floor and pressed her against the walls with both her legs straddling him. The maiden yelped in fright when he rubbed his throbbing manhood on her chaste femininity.
"N-no!" she screamed, her tiny hands pushing at his chest to let her go. "S-stop! No! Please don't hurt me!"
James chuckled at her and roughly yanked her hands over head.
"I'm not going to hurt you, little one." he slurred, and threw his head back in ecstasy when he rubbed his clothed member on her small sacred flesh. "I'm only going to claim what is mine."
She cried as his groin pressed harder into her.
"It hurts, please stop..." she whimpered.
James paused in his movements and began to kiss down her fragile neck.
"What are you talking about, little one?" he rasped, teasing the soft porcelain flesh with his ragged tongue and sharp teeth. "This feels so good..."
"It hurts..."
"Little faker..." he moaned and tore away from her ravaged neck to look her straight in the eyes. He laughed when he saw the flicker of fear in her them. "You're in my hands now, my little one, and you are to do everything I say."
The young girl's lip quivered and James had the sudden urge to bite down on the enticing plump flesh until it bled. Licking his thin lips, James lowered his face and forced his lips upon hers. She squirmed in his arms, which locked tightly around her tiny waist. He moaned in delight at her sweetness and felt a surge of pride swelling in his cold heart. After all those tormenting days and nights of spying on this little sprite, he finally had her.
His head tilted back until it rested on the bark of a tree. A feral moan passed his lips as his fingers entangled the wild red hair of the town's finest harlot.
"Suck it like you mean it." he growled, thrusting more of his length into her mouth and groaned when his tip touched the back of her throat.
The woman giggled seductively around his member, and the vibrations sent a rush of euphoria all over James' body. He hissed as he grabbed the back of her head and rammed himself more to the back of her wet throat.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted, spilling his warm seed inside her talented mouth. He would have let her go but he held on to her so she could clean up the mess.
After she was done, the harlot wiped the corners of her swollen lips and got up from her knees. James calmed down from his high and stared at the woman in front of him. His lips quirked upwards in a sneering grin when she held out her hand as though expecting something in return.
"You know the drill, Hunter." she said, her girlish voice as tempting as her delectable feline body. "Pay up."
"My darling Victoria..." he gushed, pouting his lip while adjusting the front of his tailor made trousers, "you seriously aren't charging your best customer, are you?"
Victoria shot him a stern glare and extended her hand even further. James let out an exasperated sigh and dug his hand into his coat pocket.
"How much this time?" he asked, practically fuming in the inside. Every time he had her, she would always raise her price a lot higher. Why does pussy have to be so damn expensive for him?
"Four hundred and fifty." she answered, her green-yellow eyes flashing with greed once she saw his fat wallet open in his hands, revealing a vast set of sage papers.
"Here." he gruffed, dropping his pay on the palm of her outstretched hand.
"Nice doing "business" with you, Sir Hunter." Victoria smirked as she counted the money first before stuffing it inside the front of her velvet corset. She flipped her reddish curls over her bare shoulders and turned to leave.
James was left alone in the middle of the forest, angry that the tramp almost stripped him poor from his money but his sexual needs were still unsatisfied.
He swore under his breath as he stuffed his once full wallet back into his coat pocket. Just as he started to make his way back to his carriage, he heard water splashing in the distance. He thought it may be deers or other animals drinking from the river so he continued walking of to where he left his carriage. Melodic hums and a couple of girlish giggles stopped him in his tracks.
His brows furrowed as he followed the girlish laughter, curious to find the culprit behind it. With the use of his hands he swiped away at some leaves and branches as he grew closer to a river. His heart hammered in his chest when he heard a young girl giggling in delight followed by more splashes of fresh water.
With one final swipe at a branch, James finally caught a glimpse of a tiny young woman bathing in the rippling tides of the river.
He felt himself go incredibly hard at the fair young beauty humming sweetly to herself as she swam in little circles.
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
James bit back a moan when she ran her wet hands through her short black hair, down to the delicate curve of her seemingly fragile neck.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
He salivated at the sight of her young breasts, all pert and ripe by the cool temperature of the water in contrast to the summer's light breeze.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
Her small hands formed a tiny cup as they dove into the water and she lifted them up to wash at her soft porcelain flesh.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
She truly was a breathtaking little creature; her soft skin as white as porcelain, her damp dark hair enhancing her beautiful fairy-like face, her plump lips as red as rose and her tiny little nose scrunched up adorably, and her large eyes were the softest shade of brown he had ever seen.
How he hoped she would get out of the water, so he'll see the rest of her body. She seemed so tiny and so...perfect.
Her perfect little red lips parted so she could carry on to her sweet song as she stepped into the shallow part of the river. Just as James suspected...she was indeed perfect.
She was the tiniest thing he'd ever seen. He almost assumed that she was still a child, but judging by her soft curves, she was no where near a child. She was thin but she had the curves any of the rich women he knew would die to have. The little fairy-like creature had an elegant hourglass figure, complete with small lush breasts and short shapely legs. What had him really entranced was the little thatch of curls between her legs.
She was such a sight and James wondered if she was really real. She can't be real. This tiny girl looked like she just walked out of those fairytale books his mother used to read to him when he was a child. Such a beautiful little fantasy this girl was.
He had to have her.
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life-
The young girl's sweet song was interrupted when strange rustling sounds lurked through the bushes across the river. James stopped touching himself in fear of getting caught. In an instant, the girl covered her lovely mounds with her small hands as she moved more into the water to hide the sacred flesh between her thighs.
"Hello?" said the girl, her voice as sweet as her singing. "Is someone there?"
She sounded so scared and James smiled to himself admiring the girl's innocence. Her large doe-like eyes wandered all around the forest, in search of whoever made the rustling sounds.
"Mary? Who are you talking to, my dear?"
The girl named Mary, sighed in relief when she saw an old woman standing on the opposite side of the river, holding a large white cloth.
"Nothing, grandmother." she assured the old woman as she swam to her direction. Once the girl stepped out of the river, James' eyes greedily ogled the girl's firm backside.
The old woman's large gray eyes continued to stare off into the distance and James wondered if she knew he'd been spying on her virginal granddaughter.
"You had me worried there, my dear." she said as she carefully wrapped the tiny girl with the white material, hiding her sweet delicacies from James, who grunted in disappointment. "Once you stopped singing, I almost lost my way."
"I'm so sorry, grandmother." she told her grandmother and on her tippy toes, she placed a chaste kiss on the old woman's withering cheek. "From now on, I'll sing as much as you want me to."
Her grandmother smiled softly at the sweet young girl, who wrapped her tiny little fingers around the old woman's ancient hand. Together they headed straight home.
James was unable to sleep that night. He spent that night thinking of the virgin swimming in the river. He had never wanted anything so badly. She was so pure...innocent. And so damn beautiful. He had to see her again, or else he would drive himself to insanity.
As the days passed, James would always find her bathing in the same spot, flaunting her goodness at him. It made him so angry that she had no idea she belonged to him already. He was so sure he's the first man to ever see her this "free". He already made love to her in his head as he pleasured himself every night. He even moaned her name whenever the infamous harlot sucked on his turgid manhood.
"Good lord..." he groaned, watching the girl smoothing water over her pert breasts, "touch yourself, angel..."
She didn't and James growled in disappointment when the girl's grandmother always came to ruin his fun.
"That's it." he fumed, tucking his limp manhood back inside his trousers as his beady eyes glared at them leaving his sight. "I'm through with this."
He angrily stalked to his carriage where his horses and instructor rested peacefully.
"I didn't say you could have any rest!" he shouted, startling the small bearded man, who quickly lashed his whip at the horses.
As he raced back to his mansion, James began a terrifying scheme.
"You're mine, Mary." he groaned, touching the girl's body anywhere he could get his hands on. "All mine."
The young girl sobbed all the while his greedy hands ravaged her body. She had never felt so tainted.
"That crying ain't gonna stop me from getting what I want, little one." he growled, practically tearing the seams of her dirty brown dress.
She cried harder, her hands flying to cover her exposed bosom.
James snarled at her and whisked her hands away like before, but as his hungry eyes feasted on her lush breasts, a scowl quickly formed on his lips.
"You're filthy." he told her, scrunching his face as though he smelled something foul.
She calmed down a little and slowly looked up at her captor's disgusted face. She gulped as her fear intensified.
"Once my maids are through cleaning you..."
She squeaked when he tucked a stray dark hair behind her ear.
"I'll tell them to escort you to my chambers. There are somethings I may need your assistance with, little one."
She felt her face drain out of color when she caught on to his words. As soon as the doors opened a couple of melancholy young girls came in and James threw her into the arms of a pretty mulatto girl, with shoulder length black curls.
"Scrub all that dirt off of her until she bleeds." he ordered, and the young maids nodded. "You all know how much I despise filth."
"Yes, Master Hunter." they all replied, their voices sad as their faces. The girl felt herself being moved as her eyes let forth fresh tears for her sick little sister, blind grandmother, and mostly for herself.
"Lord, please help me..." she prayed.
The song featured in this chapter is called Greensleeves. It's one of my favorite old songs. What do you think so far? :) Be honest! Or else I'll discontinue :P lol (Joking)